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Thursday, August 9, 2012

I refuse to yield my blessing…


Then the man said,Let me go, for it is daybreak.”
But Jacob replied, “I will not let you go unless you bless me.
Genesis 32:26 (NIV)


This morning though I woke late, I rose, dressed and delivered my beloved to the train on time. It was the beginning of a good day.

Lord, I will not let you go...
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I returned home with just enough time to rest in 15 minutes of meditative prayer before my conference call. (I’ve made some new friends. We’re thinking of working together. They invited me to pray with them about it first. I like them already.)

The dog and I walked the teenager to work, then turned around to get my young musical genius ready for and delivered to jazz camp. That’s when the enemy got busy. Suddenly my young man’s not feeling well.  The moment I hang up with him, the teenager calls to say that there’s been a scheduling mix-up and would I double back to pick her up because NOW she’s not on the schedule to work at 9:00 am, but at 2:00 pm…and she’s HOT about it. All of that peace past understanding that just washed over my morning was threatening to wash away. I was intentional. I was determined. I was clear. Like Jacob, I was ready for a fight. I refused to yield my blessing.


The battle was not mine, but the blessings were. It was not my place to solve any problems. My sole responsibility was to lift praises to the Most High King, chill with my attitude in check, and watch Him move. He moves fast.

My son felt well enough to make it to camp. As he and I pulled out of the driveway, I reminded him that the enemy was intent on stealing our joy, but that God was stronger and if we could cling to Him in praise, the foolishness would fall away and we could keep it moving. We laughed, talked about being intentional and lifted prayers of praise, all while giggling. Even arriving at camp, realizing we’d forgotten his instrument was no big deal. We had time to turn around, return home; acknowledging that if a forgotten horn was the worst thing we had to suffer for the balance of the day, all was well; at least it gave us more time to spend together. As we rounded the corner, up pops the teenager, a little sad, but glad to see us.

I dropped the boy off, happy AND on time to begin the day. The teen and I enjoyed an unscheduled breakfast outing at a favorite haunt, talked, laughed, made plans to window shop. It was a blessing entirely unanticipated in the original plan, but that’s how God works. We trusted Him to make it be alright. He did. We should remember. He knows better.

This morning I woke up late. I had every opportunity to be defeated. Instead, I was intentional. I was determined. I surrendered to the Will of God for the day. The battle wasn’t mine, but the blessings were. It is a very good day. Like Jacob, I refused to yield my blessing. Refusing to let go…a dynamic reminder that God is good.

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